Avila

Avila - The Wailin' Jennys

Oh sweet peace

Never have you fallen

Never have you fallen upon this town

Oh sweet peace

Never have you fallen

Never have you fallen upon this town

The black crows are loaded

With the call of things discarded

The ribboned shard of battle

And everything burned

Have they forgotten we live here

Do they think that we gave up

Lay down and grew over

Weeds at every turn

Oh sweet peace

Never have you fallen

Never have you fallen upon this town

Oh sweet peace

Never have you fallen

Never have you fallen upon this town

I will not rest

Until this place is full of sunlight

Or at least until the darkness

Is quiet for a while

And we will not wait

For that murder to come calling

The night will simply fall

And the morning will rise

Oh sweet peace

Never have you fallen

Never have you fallen upon this town

Oh sweet peace

Never have you fallen

Never have you fallen upon this town

Oh sweet peace

Never have you fallen

Never have you fallen upon this town

Oh sweet peace

When will you come calling

When will you come calling upon this town